Love, New York - a pathetic poem
March 24th, 2007
Love, New York
New York, 55th Street
I miss New York
Empire State
The subway the
theatre wait
The Music Box
that actor’s power
twist of fate
Vertical Hour
Central Park
and Union Square
spring magic floating
in the air
the yellow cabs
the “post no Bills”
to feel like running
down the hills
the Brooklyn Bridge
NYPD
it suddenly
is clear to me
I miss Times Square
And forty two
But most of all
I’m missing you
It made a journey
so complete
as Love was right
there on the street
March 24th, 2007 at 17:16
That’s really nice.
(Who could Post No Bills?)
March 25th, 2007 at 04:54
Pathetic? Not in the least. I liked it!
March 25th, 2007 at 16:01
Lovely. It’s like a song. And of course, we’re in on teh joke abou Bills :)
March 26th, 2007 at 22:37
Thank you all three. I admit it - I like it as well, it’s the definition of New York for me. A city I thought I didn’t really like, until I visited it for the second time. Now I like it a bit too much!
March 27th, 2007 at 16:09
Ingrid,
I liked your poem … not pathetic in the least. You should be writing more!
March 27th, 2007 at 16:19
Thanks Kate. There are quite some of them around on this site if you’re interested.
http://www.thegirlinthecafe.com/category/pathetic-poetry/
June 28th, 2007 at 20:50
It’s a WONDEFUL poem, and you are very appropriately mysterious.